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Fragility

Let me touch my lips to your cheek, so I may swallow your tears. Then, maybe they will enter my bloodstream, and I can finally feel your preciousness with my entire body.   From and for God Order your copy today

Splendor

The gods and saintsnever stopped showering us with flowers. We have just forgottenhow to walk on this earthlightly as if every steppressed into a petalto release its sweet fragrance.           From and for God Order your copy today    

Addiction

What I most want to do tonightis wrestle the sky, graba good-sized chunkand wring it like awet ragfor a single dropof light.   From and for God Order your copy today      

Log

A log cannot jump out of the flame. So, what good can resistance do but grant a few extra moments of intense burning?

Yes

Can we be bonded by a faith like this? where our own existence is enough? and our faults seem to vanish in its ocean of magnificence the way a mosquito seems to vanish as it dances across the sun? This here we are is the gateway into a Love so abundant that ripe plums weigh…
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This Time

This time let me be open- no bait, no traps, no clever schemes, no hooks or ropes… The moon doesn’t try to lasso the sun, for she knows her ropes will burn. Instead she basks in the light. With open arms I will wait. From and for God Order your copy today

I Guess They Call this Writer’s Block

I can hear the river’s call dancing along the bank. It is the very sound of Life as it pours from the heart. This Stream of Silence carries no passengers- no stones, fish, or debris, only water flowing. Yes, I feel inspired, and yet the pen rests on the page in Stillness. How many ways…
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Don’t Worry

Don’t Worry, this pain you are feeling is nothing more than the excruciating agony of two holes drilled in your back and wings shoved in.   From and for God Order your copy today

Wings

An unharvested tree will only produce rot. Even a goddess will sour if trapped in a box. Tonight my back aches from the weight of wings unused.   From and for God Order your copy today

Music

No true poet claims to create beauty; he discovers it the way a tambura player discovers that perfect place on the string to stroke. Deep within your soul there is an antique table where the two Buddhas, Sorrow and Joy, sit to have tea. Their arms rest on the table’s edges as they lean close…
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